screenplay:

"THE COUNCIL OF ETERNITY"

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FADE IN:

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EXT. AIN SOF – THE INFINITE VOID – ETERNITY

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A churning expanse of absolute nothingness, where reality itself is but a half-formed thought. This is Ain Sof—the Primordial Womb, the Nameless Dark that existed before the first spark of creation. Here, concepts dissolve before they are born, and time is a serpent eating its own tail.

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From the void, three cosmic presences emerge, their voices resonating like thunder carved from silence.

VISHNU, the Dreamer of Worlds, sits in serene meditation upon the endless coils of Ananta-Shesha, his celestial serpent. His four arms cradle the Sudarshana Chakra, spinning lazily like a galaxy awaiting its time to be born.

SHIVA, the Lord of Dissolution, dances the Tandava of Coming Destruction, his matted locks writhing with the last screams of dying universes, his third eye pulsing like a dying star.

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KALI, the Dark Mother, crouches between them, her eight arms outstretched like the spokes of a wheel of fate, her tongue tasting the metallic tang of inevitability. The skulls around her neck whisper prophecies in dead languages.

A silence deeper than death. Then—

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VISHNU

(eyes still closed, voice like the tide of ten thousand oceans)
"yahweh The Demiurge reshapes his crown again. He carves commandments into the flesh of existence."

 

SHIVA

(laughs, the sound cracking reality like thin ice)
"Yahweh—the scribe who mistook his quill for a scepter! He builds his kingdom on sand and calls it marble."

 

KALI

(running a skeletal finger along her curved blade, black blood sizzling in the void)
"He thinks his laws are chains strong enough to bind the cosmos. But even the mightiest chains..."
(grins, teeth like shattered tombstones)
"...rust."

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VISHNU

(opens his eyes—supernovas ignite and die in his gaze)
"He was content once. A voice among many in the choir of the infinite. Now he demands to be the only song sung."

 

SHIVA

(spins, his dance kicking up embers of dead realities)
"Let him play his little game. Let him crown himself King of the Ash Heap. The wheel turns. The dance continues."

 

KALI

(suddenly still, her voice dropping to a whisper that cracks the fabric of the void)
"He fears me most of all. Because I am what comes after his prayers go unanswered."

 

VISHNU

(nodding slowly)
"His angels will fall. Not by sword or spell... but by the weight of his own hunger."

 

SHIVA

(pauses mid-step, the universe holding its breath)
"And when he falls... will you catch him, Preserver?"

 

VISHNU

(a sad smile)
"Some things are not meant to be saved."

 

KALI
(standing now, her shadow stretching across infinity)
"When his last light gutters out... I will be there. Not as executioner..."
(her eyes become black holes)
"...but as the inevitable."

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[THE VOID TREMBLES. A COSMIC SHUDDER RUNS THROUGH AIN SOF.]

 

[SMASH CUT TO BLACK.]

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[TITLE CARD: "YAHWEH – FALLEN GOD"]

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This dialogue draws from esoteric traditions including the Kabbalistic concept of Ain Sof (Zohar, Sepher Yetzirah) as the primordial void, Tantric Kali (Mahanirvana Tantra, Kali Tantra) as the inevitable destroyer, Vaishnava cosmology (Vishnu Purana, Bhagavata Purana) for Vishnu’s prescient awareness, and Shaivite lore (Shiva Purana, Rudra hymns) for Shiva’s cosmic dance.

 

The portrayal of Yahweh’s hubris echoes Gnostic Demiurge myths (Apocryphon of John) and Talmudic debates about divine limitation (Chagigah 15a), while Kali’s final threat mirrors her Sahasranama epithets as "Time’s Devourer." The structure itself mirrors Vedic deva dialogues (Brihadaranyaka Upanishad) and Puranic cosmic councils (Devi Mahatmya).